#the original one would have gone on my third actual secret ao3 account lol

[returnsandreturns]

i wanted to write dirty humiliation pwp but then i realized that matt, frankly, could never

“Foggy, I really don’t think I can do that,” Matt says, softly.

“Oh, okay,” Foggy says, quickly, flushing. “It’s fine, I didn’t really want it that much anyway and–” 

Matt interrupts him with a kiss, framing Foggy’s face in his hands. 

“I’m not judging you,” he says, shifting closer on the couch to take one of Foggy’s hands and hold onto it tightly, “and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting that but I just can’t say things like that about you. Has anybody else said things like that?" 

"Mostly just my brain," Foggy says, smiling. “What would you do if they did?” 

“Have a nice long talk with them,” Matt says, coolly. 

“Are you talking with your fists?” Foggy asks. 

“I’d never tell you,” Matt says, kissing him again, “so don’t worry about it.” 

“We get looks sometimes when we’re obviously being a couple,” Foggy says, trying to think of the best way to say it, “that I interpret as. . .questioning why I am with someone like you. That could just be the aforementioned brain pulling shit, though.” 

“It better be,” Matt says, looking adorably concerned, but smiling when Foggy uses his free hand to trace the lines between his eyebrows before sliding fingers into his hair. “Fog, do you believe any of that?” 

It feels like Matt’s just objectively out of his league in almost every single way and it’s hard to imagine that Matt doesn’t realize it, even if he can’t see him. Foggy didn’t exactly set off his weird hotness radar sense like the handful of beautiful women he’s dated. 

“Do you really think I’m attractive?” Foggy asks, feeling incredibly stupid about it. “I mean, my stunning personality, sure, but–you’ve always been able to find the hottest girl in the room. That’s not what happened with us.” 

“. . .I didn’t even know I was attracted to men at all until I met you,” Matt says. “By the time I worked all that out, I was too afraid to ruin everything and lose you if I told you what I really wanted. You know that.” 

“But if we didn’t know each other,” Foggy says, “and we were in the same crowded room, would you seriously pick me out?” 

“Yes,” Matt says, immediately. 

“I love you,” Foggy says, laughing, “but I don’t believe you.” 

“Foggy Nelson, I fell in love with you the second you opened your perfect mouth,” Matt says, firmly, taking him by the shoulders so Foggy has to look at how serious he is. “I’d pick you every time.” 

“. . .Matty,” Foggy says, softly, moving in to wrap his arms around Matt and kiss him. They trade kisses for a few long moments before Matt makes a soft noise and pulls back.

“I’m still talking,” he says. 

“You’ve persuaded me, sweetheart,” Foggy says. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Matt says, “and brilliant and funny and, if anything, I don’t deserve you with all–” 

“Hey, hey,” Foggy says. “You don’t get to be mean to yourself either.” 

“Okay, fine,” Matt says, smiling. “You have to know you’re my favorite person, though. And also, I know that–size is a part of this whole thing sometimes and I just need to remind you that your dick is–significantly bigger than mine.” 

“I don’t know about significantly,” Foggy says, laughing, going easily when Matt gently pushes him onto his back and climbs on top of him. 

“Let’s check,” he says, happily.